The Web and the Stars (10 page)

Chapter Twenty-One

Even in a corner with predators at your throat, there is always a way out, if you can only discover it.

—Mutati Saying

On the shapeshifter homeworld of Paradij, the Zultan spun inside his clearplax gyrodome, high atop his magnificent, glittering Citadel. During this procedure, his mind was like an advanced computer with all data in it available to him instantaneously. In addition, he had altered his body, and now looked like a cross between a saber-toothed wyoo boar and a Gwert, one of the intelligent alien races employed in scientific positions by the Mutatis.

At the moment, he was considering a very big problem, and needed all the inspiration he could muster.

With podship space travel cut off—the only practical means of transport across the galaxy—Mutati outriders had not been able to continue their Demolio attacks against Human-controlled worlds. Conventional spacecraft, such as Mutati solar sailers and the hydion-powered vacuum rockets used by Humans, were far too slow to be effective, except for intra-sector voyages. The Humans had learned this lesson the hard way when they sent an attack fleet against the Mutatis by conventional means, and it took more than eleven years to arrive, by which time the military technology was obsolete and easily defeated.

Nonetheless, there might still be a way for the Zultan to continue his Demolio torpedo attacks, busting enemy planets apart. Years ago, a Mutati scientist cut a piece of material off a podship—a thick slab of the soft, interior skin. He did it at a pod station while the ship was loading, and caused the sentient creature to react violently. It contracted, crushing the scientist and the Parvii pilot before they could send an emergency signal, but the piece of flesh was thrown clear and recovered by another Mutati.

After that, laboratory experiments were conducted on the tissue, and detailed analyses were made of the cellular structure. In the last couple of years, after many wrong turns, Mutati scientists had been able to clone the complex tissue, and had grown several podships … an unprecedented event.

However, while the lab-bred creatures appeared to possess many of the same attributes as authentic Aopoddae, they did not have all of them, and fell short in significant particulars. The scientists suspected this might have something to do with the power of the sentient creatures to control their own appearances, and—except for the influence exerted over them by Parviis—their own actions.

What the Mutatis possessed now were generic pods that did not display any individuality or variety. They all looked virtually the same, including their interiors and amenities, which often differed in authentic, natural podships. The clones had primitive access hatches and rough, archaic interiors, more like the insides of caves than the interiors of spacecraft capable of faster-than-light speeds. Not that any of the natural podships were luxurious; far from it; they did, however, offer some basic amenities that were lacking in the clones—such as benches, tables, and stowage areas for luggage.

So far, the Mutatis had met with no success testing the lab-pods. Several attempts to guide them and ride in them as passengers had been disastrous, resulting in crashes that killed everyone aboard, or in vessels that drifted aimlessly and had to be rescued by chase ships.

In addition, using rocket boosters, the laboratory-bred pods had been shot into space. From instinct, perhaps, the pods always accelerated beyond what the Mutatis wanted and reached such high speeds that they left their boosters behind and disappeared into space. Out of twenty-four such attempts, none of the lab-pods had arrived at the intended destinations on Mutati fringe worlds. They had a serious guidance problem, and all efforts to steer them precisely had met with failure. The artificial podships were like wild rockets shot by children in backyards.…

Emerging from the gyrodome, the Zultan was disappointed. Inside, God-on-High had appeared before him in a vision, telling him the guidance problem could never be solved. He’d experienced visions before, and had no idea that many of them were psychic influences from the Adurian gyrodome, altering his decision-making processes. He also didn’t know that his research scientists were similarly influenced by minigyros they used, keeping them from ever figuring out how to control the lab-pods. The clandestine HibAdu Coalition didn’t want any more important merchant prince planets destroyed, because they were slated to be prizes of war for the secretly allied Hibbils and Adurians.

Unaware of the layered plots enfolding him, Abal Meshdi went to the lab-pod development facility, and commanded them to make a ship ready to carry an outrider in a schooner, fitted with the torpedo doomsday weapon.

“The ship will be guided by God-on-High,” the intensely devout Mutati leader announced. “If our Demolio is meant to hit the target, it will.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

All things in life have a mathematical property to them: Everything you perceive by any of your senses, and everything that occurs to you in the apparent privacy of your own mind. No one can escape the numbers, not even in death.

—Master Noah Watanabe

From an observation ledge, Giovanni Nehr watched a machine manufacturing and repair facility inside one of the largest caverns in the underground hideout. He knew that Thinker had perfected some of these methods on the planet Ignem, but mostly the machines had engaged in repair operations on discarded robots there. Gio had served there himself, dressed in the very armor he wore now. Thinker was beside him now, a dull-gray metal box that only moments before had clattered shut… one of the cerebral robot’s many turtle-like retreats into his inner self.

Directly in front of the shuttered robot a mist in the shape of a Human being formed in the air. But it was so faint as to be indiscernible to the eyes of any sentient race. Certainly Gio had no chance of seeing it at all. But the entity that drove the image saw him and Thinker, and absorbed information about them. The mist drew closer to Thinker, and swirled around him, like a spirit from another realm.…

On such a distant world as Ignem, it had been difficult for Gio to obtain the raw materials needed for new robots, particularly those rare elements required for the internal workings of sentient machines—elements that were closely guarded by industrial and political forces. Still, Thinker had found a niche by locating discarded robots around the galaxy that contained those elements, machines that he transported by podship and put back into service.

At Ignem, the sentient robots had been able to manufacture some new items, especially a popular computer chip that they sold around the galaxy. This brought in a nice stream of revenue, but had not had much of an impact on the overall market for new sentient machine components, which were dominated by the Hibbils on their Cluster Worlds.

Now, in the subterranean tunnels and caverns of the Guardians, the machines were doing something more advanced. With access to more raw materials and exotic components on the wealthy, mineral-rich planet of Canopa, they were actually manufacturing new sentient machines, in their entirety. This didn’t have the efficiency of a Hibbil facility, but it was working well enough, and Thinker was innovating many of the manufacturing and assembly methods himself. He even had a prototype all-in-one machine that was designed to process raw materials through a hopper, convert them internally, and spit out a wide variety of finished components and products, somewhat in the manner of a hibbamatic. But the prototype wasn’t working very well yet.

Thinker did have a real hibbamatic machine that Subi Danvar had obtained, also designed as an all-in-one production device by the Hibbils. But the Hibbil unit had not worked properly from the beginning, and would not hold any of the adjustments that the robot technicians tried to make to it. Thinker had learned afterward that it was a cheap model of the device, with inferior components and design shortcuts. While the merchant princes had superior versions of the machine, and had used them to produce defensive weapons on pod stations, the Guardians had not yet been able to obtain one of those, and had moral reasons for not wanting to do so. The high-quality hibbamatics were being used for planetary security, and despite the differences the Guardians had with the Doge and Francella, neither Thinker nor Subi wanted to compromise planetary defenses. At least the enemies on Canopa, though despicable, were not Mutatis.

So, the hidden Guardians had been making do with what they had, and it wasn’t that much. Still, the flawed Hibbil unit had given Thinker some ideas on how to produce his own, and he was making the attempt.

Glancing over at Thinker’s dull-gray metal box, Gio wondered why the robot leader often folded himself shut, something he refused to explain. To Gio it didn’t make sense and seemed almost eccentric …
a Human quality. A machine shouldn’t need to focus its concentration in such a manner; it should be able to set its programs and block everything out electronically.…

The unseen mist swirled around Thinker, as if trying to merge with the robot. The ghostly form flickered and glowed around the gray box, like an aura for Thinker, but still Gio could not see it. Unconsciously, though, Gio’s gaze followed its motion, as if he sensed something there. Then he looked back at Thinker.

Gio assumed the robot leader was just peculiar, and with peculiar people there was often no particular explanation. They just did things their own way, for their own unexplained reasons. Thinker and some of the other sentient machines seemed to have a number of Humanlike characteristics, albeit artificial ones. The machines were interesting personalities, Gio admitted, not the mundane sorts he might have expected.

They were surprisingly quiet down here on the floor of the cavern, Gio thought, all those robots moving back and forth, building their own little brothers. They were not nearly as noisy as a Digger machine boring through rock and dirt.

Finally, Thinker unfolded with a small commotion of metal. Turning his flat face toward Gio, he said, “My analysis of new, substantiated data points to the location of Master Noah. The information is sparse, but it is the best we’ve received so far.”

Gio nodded. Earlier in the day, he had brought Thinker a new reconnaissance report, highlighting all the false leads the government had been disseminating on Noah in their efforts to conceal his whereabouts. But now the Guardians had real, proven data about a government effort to conceal a high-value prisoner.

For several moments, the robot did not say anything more. He just stood there, gazing down at the manufacturing floor with his metal-lidded eyes, drinking up details of the operations, processing and reprocessing the information in his data banks.…

After considering the problem at length, wondering how best to locate the missing leader of the Guardians, Giovanni Nehr had helped to obtain and assemble the data in the new reconnaissance report, and had influenced its findings. Considering his own input now, he felt rather proud of himself. He’d never seen the robot leader take so long to respond.

During all the time that Noah had been missing, Thinker had been pessimistic about finding him, saying that the possibilities were too large and there were not enough Guardians to complete an adequate search. But when Gio provided the latest report to Thinker, there had been a shift. The orange lights around the robot’s face had blinked quickly; the mechanical voice had been more measured.

“I must contemplate that for a reasoned response,” Thinker had said, just before folding himself closed.

Now the orange lights around the perimeter of his face plate began to glow. Finally, he said, “I am prepared to answer now.” The lights stopped blinking. With his gray metal eyes open wide, Thinker stared at Gio. Something glinted deep inside one of the intelligent eyes. “As a sentient robot, it is my primary goal in life to serve Humans, who were our original creators, and as such are almost godlike beings to us. At the Inn of the White Sun and the planet Ignem, I was consumed by one overriding desire, to build as many robots as I could and put them in the service of humanity. At that time, with all of my resources focused on that one goal, the full complement of my operating programs were at my disposal.”

“For the life of me, I don’t understand what you’re getting at. What about the new recon report?”

“With all appropriate respect, Gio, you do not think like a machine, so your confusion is understandable. Consider the context of my remarks and realize, please, that I have now placed myself and my followers in service to humankind. I have attained my most important mission in life. I am here, doing what I want to do. The moment I began to work for Noah, my internal programming made certain automatic modifications. My personal initiative was shunted aside, since it might cause me to be overly aggressive. Robots must, by definition, be subservient and passive in the presence of Human masters such as yourself.”

“I am Human, but I do not order you around. On the contrary, I am under your command.”

“Only for training. Eventually, you will be my superior, since Humans always rise above machines. That is one of the basic laws of Human-machine interaction. You are superior creatures, and naturally exceed our capabilities. Now that we are in service to your race, we must be extra careful about what we do. I have sensed your previous displeasure about my inability to locate Noah. Other Humans, such as Subi Danvar, have been openly argumentative with me.”

“That’s all very interesting, but now I’d like you to give me your new probability calculations.”

“Very well. Let me recheck them. For that, I don’t even need to fold closed.” He made a whirring noise, and presently began to spew out the names of the prisons on Canopa and other places where Noah might be, along with percentage probabilities of where he might be at any moment.

Listening carefully, Gio said, “There is a one-point-seven-one-percent chance that he is inside the Max One prison, and that’s the highest odds?”

“There are many possibilities, even, as I said, a chance that he might not be at one of the government facilities I have listed. There is, in fact, a twenty-seven-point-three-two-percent chance that he is being held by a private party or a private company, which is a much higher overall percentage than the Max One odds. But when all of the private locations and all of the government facilities are considered, there is a greater probability that he is in Max One than anywhere else.”

The robot paused, and blinked his metal-lidded eyes. “Are you following me?”

“I think so.” Gio chewed on the inside of his lower lip. He was anxious to go out and find Noah.

“Keep in mind as well that these possibilities change from moment to moment and hour to hour, as I absorb new data from a variety of sources.”

“OK, but tell me this. What are the odds that Noah is still alive?”

Thinker’s mechanical eyes looked sad. “That is not something I wish to discuss. Will you excuse me from answering?”

Surprised at the emotional display, though it was undoubtedly programmed, Gio said, “Of course. I’ll focus on Max One for the moment.” He hurried off to tell Subi what he had learned.

Behind him, the mist lingered around Thinker, and then disappeared into the ether.